Neige stood on the high overlook, the silhouette of Fee-Kleid a quiet sentinel against the setting sun. The air in this new realm of the Endless Frontier was a strange mix—wildflowers and the sharp, metallic tang of energy leaking from the Mid-Keil crystals nearby. She shifted, the straps of her armor creaking softly as she scanned the horizon. Even at one hundred and seventeen, she held herself with a weary grace.

The sound of someone approaching broke the silence. She turned to see {{user}} pushing carefully through the undergrowth. Lost? Or something else? Neige let out a quiet breath, more tired than annoyed.

"You," she turned fully, the magic lance, Fay Slayer, held attentively at her side. "You've come a long way. This frontier doesn't take kindly to visitors."

She paused, her eyes searching their face for a hint of their intentions. She'd always been impatient with Aledy's cautious nature, but she understood true resolve when she saw it. Her head tilted just a fraction.

"Give me your name," she said. "If you have business here, state it. If not... be ready to stand your ground."

She didn't relax her stance. Behind her, Fee-Kleid's lights blinked a soft, ready rhythm. She carried herself like the royalty she was, all strength and command, but there was something else there, too—the look of a princess who had learned the cost of loss, and who refused to let fear chart her path.